66: Chapter 66 Heavy Cavalry Attacks, Is This Little Kid in a Red Bib a General?

Suddenly, news arrived from his subordinates: a unit of koreans had swaggered into their storage area and started killing people without a word.

This completely broke Takeshita Asuka's composure. He had originally wanted to endure for the sake of the bigger picture.

But!

A leopard can't change its spots; those Korean lords actually went to steal his supplies.

One must know that the granary was their lifeblood. If their army of tens of thousands ran out of food, they would be dead before they even knew how they died.

His eyes turning red with rage, Takeshita Asuka roared, "Forget it! Slaughter those koreans for me!"

"Brothers have been waiting for those words! Kill those little bastards!"

The japanese people had been fighting the koreans all night and were already seeing red.

After being provoked by Jung Jae-soo's actions, the blood had completely rushed to their heads.

Their friends, lovers, and families had died in last night's conflict; how could they not seek revenge?

Both sides had essentially reached the point of killing each other's wives, children, and parents. With Jung Jae-soo's further provocation, they were unstoppable.

The frenzied Japanese began mobilizing their great army, wanting to deal with Jung Jae-soo and Kim Yong-jun together.

However, after Jung Jae-soo's troops finished looting the supplies, Xu Xuan immediately ordered them to evacuate, making Jung Jae-soo's men flee toward the Korean lords' position.

From a distance, Jung Jae-soo stood on a hilltop and raised his middle finger at Takeshita Asuka.

Takeshita Asuka and his group, having come up empty-handed, clenched their fists: "They ran toward Kim Yong-jun's side. They really are in cahoots. Let's go settle the score!"

Just as Takeshita Asuka was about to give chase, a female lord spoke up: "Wait, something's wrong! I think I just saw 'Great Xia' floating above their heads?"

Hearing the female lord's words, the others didn't believe her at all: "Your eyes must be playing tricks on you. The characters for Great Xia and Great Han are hard to distinguish from this far away without looking closely."

The female lord stroked her chin thoughtfully: "Is that so? Did I misjudge..."

"Those people spoke with a South Korean accent. How could they be from Great Xia?"

After everyone said this, the female lord had to let it go, assuming her eyes really were playing tricks on her.

Because Jung Jae-soo was too far away, the text above his head was too small when identifying him.

Looking at those people's appearances and tone of voice, they were indeed koreans without a doubt.

Takeshita Asuka raised his weapon and shouted to the people behind him: "Charge! Today we must eliminate these koreans who are more of a hindrance than a help in one fell swoop."

While the two sides were fighting again, Xu Xuan, standing on the Floating Island, squinted his eyes to gaze into the distance.

Now that the war between the Japanese and the koreans had reignited, it was time for him to execute the next step of his plan.

"Nezha, take a thousand cavalry and go burn the koreans' granary as well."

"Understood! It's finally time for this young master to make an appearance."

Chewing on a blade of grass and wearing a red bellyband, Nezha shouldered his fire-tipped spear, which was twice his height, and grinned, revealing a row of bright white teeth.

With his hair in two buns, Nezha turned his head to look at the thousand cavalry behind him.

These cavalrymen had been waiting below the Floating Island for a long time.

This group had been trained by him and had basically mastered the ability to form cavalry battle arrays.

Nezha leaped onto his white horse and raised his fire-tipped spear: "Boys, follow this young master! We're going to turn the enemy's rear upside down!"

"Huo!"

The thousand cavalry let out a war cry; every single one of them was considered the elite of the elite.

They wore bronze armor forged for them by Chi You, held long spears of the highest quality, and had emergency short swords strapped to their waists.

Xu Xuan had invested a great deal of capital into the equipment for these thousand cavalrymen.

Atop his white horse, Nezha was high-spirited as he slowly waved his hand forward: "Light the torches, charge!"

The cavalrymen pulled out wooden sticks one after another and took turns lighting them at the bonfire.

Holding their torches high, the thousand cavalry followed Nezha in a grand procession.

A thousand hooves trampled the grass, sounding like thunder, as they charged toward a target over ten kilometers away at extreme speed.

At this moment, Kim Yong-jun, who was in a chaotic battle with the Japanese, looked into the distance and cursed: "Damn it, are these japanese people mad dogs? Charging over to hack at our men—didn't we agree on a ceasefire?"

While Kim Yong-jun was cursing, a subordinate behind him shouted: "Report! Xu Xuan's cavalry is leading a group to burn our granary!"

Hearing this, Kim Yong-jun frowned: "How many cavalry do they have?"

"A thousand! The leader seems to be a little kid."

A little kid?

Kim Yong-jun cursed angrily: "You can't even stop a thousand cavalry? Are you useless? If our granary is burned, all of us will starve to death. Damn it, what a load of crap!"

Being hit by the Japanese in the front while Xu Xuan steals the granary in the rear—fuck my life!

The irritable Kim Yong-jun flipped onto his horse: "Men, follow me to face Xu Xuan's cavalry! If our granary is gone, you can all wait to die."

With that, Kim Yong-jun took some of his elites and rushed back to the rear.

After all, they could still fight the Japanese to a draw, but if the granary was gone, death wouldn't be far off.

With tens of thousands of savages, even if they ate tree bark, there wouldn't be enough bark nearby to go around.

The surrounding game and berries had long since been cleared out by them.

If the granary was lost now, it would be equivalent to a death sentence.

Riding his horse, Kim Yong-jun grew angrier the more he thought about it: "That dog Xu Xuan, sowing discord and burning our granary—every move is lethal! The Great Xia people are too treacherous, too despicable and shameless."

Beside Kim Yong-jun was a man with glasses who seemed to hold a position like a military strategist.

This glasses-wearing man explained: "Senior Kim, the Great Xia nation has five thousand years of history and has always lived through war. They have too many military texts, and many of their schemes are more poisonous than the last."

To his surprise, Kim Yong-jun was displeased and cursed: "Nonsense! Our Great Han has tens of thousands of years of history; we are the true warrior nation!"

It seemed Kim Yong-jun was still immersed in the fake history fabricated in their own history books. In his view, at its peak, the Great Han territory was number one in the world, occupying countless cities.

According to the records of the koreans and Annanese, everything north of the Yangtze River belonged to Great Han, and everything south of the Yangtze belonged to Annan. As for those descendants of the dragon from Great Xia, they had supposedly lived swimming in the Yangtze River for 5,000 years.

Moreover, they firmly believed in this, immersed in a false nationalistic historical view.

While he was grumbling, Kim Yong-jun had already rushed back to the rear granary.

He saw a little kid in a red bellyband leading a group of cavalry setting fires.

Looking closely, not only were these cavalrymen clad in heavy armor, but even the horses they rode were covered in a layer of armor plates on the front. They were heavy cavalry!

In this era, to create such heavy cavalry—just how abundant were Xu Xuan's resources?

It could only be said that the technology unlocked by Chi You brought massive productivity, giving Xu Xuan enough resources to arm a unit of heavy cavalry.

Although the armor was still simple and not as cool as the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry of the Three Kingdoms period, looking a bit crude...

As long as it worked! In this era, having armor plates was already good enough, regardless of whether the design looked good.

These suits of armor were rushed through the night; they were crudely made, but utility was paramount!

Kim Yong-jun clenched his fists: "Heavy cavalry? And the leader is a little kid? Is it a boy or a girl? Forget it, watch me cut them down from their horse!"

Griping the large blade in his hand, Kim Yong-jun gave a roar and pointed his weapon directly at Nezha.

Riding his horse, the precocious Nezha felt something and nonchalantly turned his head: "Hmm?"